Chapter 115

• Chapter 115
• The convoy rolled to a crawl, engines low, lights dim. The iron gates opened like a mouth. The drive was long, lined with cypress, lamps throwing pools of gold on wet stone. Somewhere a fountain laughed at the dark.
• He stepped out first, all clean edges and calm power. Rafe followed, grin razor-sharp. Selena smoothed her dress with damp palms, then climbed out. Night air brushed her skin. Perfume and cigar smoke drifted from the open doors ahead.